"Screwball Prank" written by K.Rooste
You step into the store. It is very dim and lined, floor to ceiling, with jars filled with multicolored goop. There are labels of some sort on all of them. Great. This wasn't what you were expecting. It's your best friend's (and fraternity brother's) birthday, and you had been looking for something to get him. Little shops in Chinatown often have weird sexual things in them, and you wanted some sort of sex joke because you suspect your friend, Ben, has never slept with a woman. But this shop doesn't look like it contains anything appropriate.
You are about to step out when an old Chinese man comes out from the back room and smiles at you. "You see anything? I give it half price. Grand opening sale." He grins widely.
"Uh, what is this stuff?" you ask. "I'm looking for a present. Maybe you have some, uh, sexual lube or something?" You cast a doubtful eye across the shelves, not even embarrassed to have mentioned sex to such an old man. Who cares? You'll never see him again anyway, and you don't have much time to beat around the bush. You have to meet Ben in ten minutes, and you need something now!
"Anything can be sexual," the old man smiles. "Take your pick. Half price. Very reasonable."
You sigh. As aggressive as you can be, you never were much good at saying no. You grab one at random. "How much is this?" you ask.
"For you? Five dollar."
"Great." You pull out the money. "What is it?" But you aren't paying much attention. You're late.
"I translate the label. It say..."
He says a few words as you grab the jar and burst out of the shop. As you exit the alley, you laugh at what you've heard.
"Ah, something made to give Benjamin, that pain in the neck, a good pain in his neck and everywhere else!" You think on the way back to your Fraternity House.
Once in your own room a wicked thought comes to mind. Looking at the bottle of potion you rationalize that Ben might not take the liquid willingly. Then too he might drop or break the bottle, making your trick just a forlorn foolish purchase.
Instead you look around for something to hide and also spread the potion into different decanters. A beer can, bottle of Ben's hair gel, Mouthwash, yes perfect he would use that stuff three times a day!
Delighted with the obvious and perfect place to hide the potion you pour the liquid from green glass bottle into the plastic mouthwash bottle.
"Lucky for you there dummy!" The potion is clear and mixed with the aqua colored mouthwash.
At the sound of Ben coming into the house your hands become shaky and small dribbles of potion trickle over fingers soaking in or drying in just seconds.
"Oh what the hell, it was to be drunk to work, you'll wash it off soon." so you think as the last of the potion is transfered.
You are about to throw the bottle into a waste basket when on the bottom of the bottle is a small yellow sticker.
"Upon the touch to human skin, one need only touch another not of your kind, then do enjoy your thrills!" it said in small lettering, you wonder what it really does?
The bottle falls into the basket as Ben with two friends bursts into the bedroom. Three guys are planning a night out on the town at the local Polish festival; as you stand silently by listening to their big plans.
Ben goes into what is his shared bathroom with another roommate Kevin. He does his whiz and soon that regular sound of gurgling his mouthwash and the dumb burp to follow. As he came out to get a fresh shirt for their night out, Stan and Kevin both take their turns washing hands and each uses the same tainted mouthwash too.
You stand idle as now Ben and two other fraternity brothers walk out to meet some strange and likely sexual folly.
"Hey guys!" you call out.
"Hey Ben can I tag along?" you asked as the thought of what was to happen with Ben, made you chuckle inside, but to have it happen to Kevin and Stan, made the prank all the more a big thrill.
Ben turns to the others and quickly they agree as the four musketeers head out the front door, get in Ben's car, and off they go to the festival, three successfully tainted with the magical potion by the title of, "Can't Get Enough."
The night is young and four fine, fun friends jolly together toward the Polish Festival, lots of beer, dancing, and a few lovely, willing, dollies to return with for more of a wild night.
The drive to downtown is shortened by the closing off of the main streets for the festival. Ben parks his car where the policeman directs, and the four Musketeers bail out like a barrel of laughing monkeys from the car.
Together walking through the ever denser crowds the four change positions ans walk then two by two. It happens then that Stan take note of someone he knows handling the beer keg wagon.
"Hey Tommy," Yelled Stan to the driver of four massive Jutland draft horses.
The slow moving wagon slows to a halt, as Stan climbs the large front spoked wheel to take a seat next to his friend.
First to break up the us four musketeers: STAN
Stan was the first to break away from our group, he getting a ride on the beer wagon drawn by four beautiful big Jutland Danish bred horses.
At the unloading ceremony, Stan offered to help hold the horse from making and unnecessary moving as the kegs were lifted off the wagon by a crane.
Holding the Jutland breed of horse by the halter, the hairy cheek of one lust loving mare draft horse did touch ans stroke the hand of Stan.
A host of strange sensations invaded Stan, he felt his nose twitch, and how he could smell and sense the mare he stood near felt her first signs of going into estrus.
The unloading finished, and sick looking Stan rode back to the brewery where he dismounted the wagon. Sick to his stomach, Stan stumbled into the stables, and there fell face down into the soiled straw of a stall.
Busy times about the brewery, and Stan was not missed by his friend, he thought Stan feeling ill, had walked home.
Stan did not go home, he lay passed into the black void, his body infected from the touch of that Jutland mare. As he lay there passed out cold, his body changed, legs became as hind like legging, feet grew much longer, and human toes melted int a single, solid toe, and hoof on each leg.
For Stan, as he laid there out cold the sensation of being horny and wanting of sexual pleasures never really began. He changed in a calm and orderly fashion, his clothing ripping away as the torso lengthened, swelling and rib cage increased to something sizable.
Maybe Stan had dreams of his being a stallion Jutland horse, but something in the elixir kept all of us who changed, from exceeding the size of animal relatively close to the same weight we were when human.
Stan was a line backer for the football team in high school and as well in college days. He weighed about 225 lbs. when standing on the gym scale and butt naked. His being of such weight and according to having touched an animal several times his size and weight, he awoke to finding himself as a Jutland colt, and young enough to wean.
When the horses came back to the barn, the one mare who liked Stan, let the colt lip nibble at her teats, the sucking out of what little milk she made, made for more, more, more and more.
Days and weeks passed as Stan, obviously excited about his new self, did wean and stood trying hard to masturbate, if only to walk all around the farm pasture with his horse sized pecker out in a stiffened state of an erection.
Maybe it was the weaning, Stan would when with a special girl for a night liked to nipple suck. His horny horse self would likely find the nursing on a teat as something extra sensual. Likely too, the way he could walk everywhere and let his erection waggle and flagging side to side, might of offered him the thrill daily to keep growing and ultimately he joined the stable as a yearling colt, bred with the plan in time for him to be the prime Jutland stud.
Then there were three friends walking along, as the beer wagon forced the crowd to spread out of the way from those huge hoofs and tall monster big horses.
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